In fact, there are no accidents in this world. The so-called accidents are all the fruits we planted inadvertently. The cause and effect that Buddhists like to say has its own truth. The fruits today are all the fruits we planted in the past.
Because, we need to exercise caution and self-restraint. Because something that seems insignificant today may break our heart tomorrow - Ronin Pier.
I turned my head and saw a smiling face. His name was Lu Xing, and he was a familiar guy. I met him because he was too tightly controlled by his wife, so he secretly asked me for a cigarette.
I met a very funny person for a very funny reason.
Unlike me, he is the kind of person who is very good at dealing with girls. This can be seen from the fact that he is also a freshman and has found a girlfriend.
He is still dressed in the same exaggerated clothes as the last time we met, and his hair seems to have changed to a different color. But maybe I remember it wrong. This man always has too many colors on his body, which can easily make people dizzy.
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When he saw me turning around, he smiled even more happily. "Hey, I saw you again. Do you have any cigarettes? Give me one."
I laughed. It was hard for me to resist such a familiar guy. What's more, I really liked this person who spoke freely, because there was something in him that I had always longed for but could not get.
I handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. "My girlfriend caught me again and I'm not allowed to smoke!"
He had just taken a sip, and before he had time to feel good, he choked on my words and coughed badly. "Brother, don't scare me. My girlfriend is like a tigress. She said last time you knew I had
How miserable is it? All my money was confiscated, and I was not allowed to smoke a cigarette. At the same time, I had to write a 10-page love letter to her. Double-sided!!! Oh my god!!!”
"Haha" I was still amused by this guy. Although my mood was quite low a minute ago, it was still easy to be aroused by him when I met such a guy. I put aside my worries.
Things, prepare to have a good chat with him.
"Let me introduce you again. My name is Ronin." I extended my hand to him.
He was taken aback by my behavior, probably because he didn't adapt to my style. Without that cigarette, I think the two of us would never have met or become friends.
But there are not so many "ifs" in the world, so I got to know Lu Xing again, a person who likes to wear hip-hop style clothes and always says "Holy shit" when he talks.
"Did you just give it to your girlfriend?" he asked.
"Haha, no. She is not my girlfriend anymore."
"What's going on? It's been so long and it still hasn't been done! You're so mean!"
"How long? Just a week!"
"One week is not enough! Then when you catch the girl, the day lily will be cold, holy shit! Let me tell you about your partner, for the sake of these few cigarettes, I will help you get it done!"
Yes, it turned out that he helped me just for the sake of smoking. I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
"People like you are too boring and coquettish. This is not good. When chasing girls, there are only seven words: bold, careful, and thick-skinned!"
I then shook my head, "She is different."
"Come on, what's the difference? Girls are all the same!" He said firmly.
My head is almost as big as a rattle. "There's something wrong with your idea."
"What's the problem, buddy? Listen to me." He probably thought it was dangerous to smoke so arrogantly on the road, so he pulled me to the side of the road.
"Don't bother, don't bother. You can't be that or something." I was startled by his actions.
"Holy shit, I want to help you! Where did you think you were!" He almost slapped me on the head. This guy really doesn't regard himself as an outsider.
"Okay, okay, I understand, go ahead." I still couldn't get used to his familiarity, so I kept a distance of about 1 meter from him, and then asked him.
He said nothing and looked at me with a shy face. This time I found that he had finished smoking, so I smiled bitterly and threw another one to him. "You said you are so tired!"
"I don't want to, I can't quit, and I like her. Then I can only do underground work. Besides, isn't it for my own good if she doesn't let me smoke? Women will only care about you if they care about you."
I am speechless, he is right. Only when you care about a person will you care about his safety, because subconsciously you have connected the other person's good or bad with yourself. If the other person is good or bad to you,
An insignificant existence, so what does his actions mean to you?
In this sense, he is so happy right now that I envy him.
He was obviously not delicate enough to consider my feelings, and continued his chatter: "Actually, what is important to girls? Feeling! As long as the feeling is in place, it can be done in a day, not to mention a week.
And if you don’t feel it, you will spend your whole life waiting for it. Of course, the premise is that you can’t open your eyes enough.”
"Isn't it the same as if you didn't say it? Of course I know that what two people need to be together is feelings, but if they have feelings, I'm still worried!"
"Holy crap! You can create feelings if you don't have feelings! What does that saying say: If there are difficulties, you have to overcome them; if there are no difficulties, you have to go up and create difficulties!"
"Stop it, stop it, what do you mean you have to go up there even if there are no difficulties?!"
He touched his head in embarrassment, "Haha, that's what I said. That's what I meant. Just understand."
"I don't understand!" I said very honestly. I was confused by what he was doing.
"Holy crap! What do girls want? Feeling! What is feeling? Romance! How can I be romantic?" He left a question for me after a bunch of self-questions and answers.
"Romantic? Watch a movie, drink water, send flowers, etc.?" I answered cautiously, yes, I am a person who doesn't understand romance.
"Wronganswer! So you don't have a girlfriend!" He screamed like a variety show host, which startled me. "You are talking about details, not the main point. What is romance, romance itself
It is a very empty thing. You can put anything on it. The key is to make her feel that you care about her and that she is a special person in your heart. Otherwise, anything you do will not be romantic.
But it’s wasted.”
"Be specific." I heard something about it, got interested, and was about to write it down in the notebook.
He waved his hand, as if he was a child who cannot be taught: "For example, let's send flowers. It's the same as sending flowers. If you just stupidly buy a bouquet of roses and send them to her downstairs in her dormitory, she will most likely be
Jiuhui will find an excuse to throw it away for you. But if you tell her when you give it to him, you have no other intentions, just think this bouquet is suitable for her. Then even if she doesn't like you, she will accept it.
Bouquet flowers. Because she can feel that her status in your heart is different. Do you understand?"
"I kind of understand it, but I guess it's still difficult to operate." I answered honestly. I wasn't going to pretend to be anything in front of him.
He became impatient and waved his hand: "To put it simply, romance means giving her 100 roses even though you know she doesn't love you; and what about waste? It means giving her 100 roses even though you know she loves you.
!”
Romance and rationality seem to have always been two opposite words. And I have never considered myself a romantic person. After going through the baptism of my own growth, up to now, I am more and more sure of this. So I am
Are you a rational person? I am not rational either.
It is actually difficult to give an accurate definition of the so-called romance, because everyone has his or her own definition of romance. When we are young, our definition comes more from other people, books, TV or other sources.
What, whatever. Then after a period of time, the young and ignorant boy turned into a young man who had a little experience in the world. He began to have his own definition of the so-called romance in his own mind. This was something he realized by himself.
It belongs to him. Of course, there is a definition in my heart, but I don’t want to use words to define this definition now. But I know very well that my current self does not fall within the scope of this definition, so I understand what romance is.
, but I'm still not romantic - Ronin Pier.
When Lu Xing told me his definition of romance, I was still a young and ignorant boy, so I plagiarized the fruits of his labor blatantly, and I was secretly happy because I felt that I finally understood something about being with a woman.
Tips for dealing with children.
So on the way home, I added one more idea to my many original ideas: changing the male and female protagonists of various romantic scenes to look like me and Ling, and I was deeply addicted to it.
Oh, wait. I originally wanted to write something about Ling’s past in this volume, which is why I named this volume Memories. Maybe it’s because my head is not very clear anymore, so it’s difficult to maintain a smooth flow.
I wrote this article based on the logic, so it seems very scattered and trivial. They are all fragments of memory. As I said before, I am a poor engineer, trying to use these fragments to build a very truth.
It's a close story. But every time when I'm about to finish it, I find that the final product is far from my original idea. I'm always used to mixing a lot of my own current insights and experiences into this originally simple story.
Therefore, I have narrated this story intermittently and in fragments. So please forgive the ravings of a person who is no longer very sober. After all, among the truth and reality, there is his most real feeling.
Anyway, since I find that my current writing direction is crooked, I will still try to correct it. I will try to get the story back to an orderly and easy-to-understand path, rather than the way my head is now
Just as chaotic.
Yes, I want to write about memories. So let’s skip some unnecessary fantasies after I learned some basic definitions about getting along with women from Lu Xing and jump directly to the next day.
Jing told me half of the story about Ling, leaving me with half of the suspense. I don’t know what her purpose was, but the result was that it left me with more questions. I was thinking about it throughout the night.
I keep guessing how the story between Ling and "him" will develop. Ling's past is like an increasingly profound mystery that plagues my thinking and life.
I didn't want to continue speculating, so I called Jing the next day.
"Hello." A strange voice answered the phone.
"I'm looking for peace!"
There was silence on the other side of the phone, and then there was a silence that made me feel suffocated.
I don’t know how long it took, but a quiet voice came from the other side of the microphone: “ronin?”
"It's me." I didn't mention her sudden escape yesterday, and asked her directly: "Can you come out? I have something to ask you?"
An hour later, Jing and I sat in the same store as yesterday. It was still the same location and the same scene. After she sat down, I called the waiter and re-ordered the things she ordered yesterday.
Once, then put away the menu and looked at her.
She was a little embarrassed when I saw her, and she shrank back slightly in the chair, as if this would make her appear safer.
"Have you thought it through?" I got straight to the point.
"Don't talk about this yet. I want to ask you, why do you like Ling?"
"Why, I haven't thought about it. I only know that when I saw her for the first time, she touched something deep in my heart. Then I was eager to understand her, eager to protect her, and eager to be with her.
!" I told the truth.
"Do you think this can be called love? Don't you think this kind of love is too blind?"
"Blind? Then let me ask you, do you think there is love that is not blind? If you love someone, you must say one, two, three, four, five. Is that kind of love still called love? I have always been
They are all very rational, but Ling made me realize that I have an emotional and impulsive side." I answered her question, maybe not perfectly, but I was very satisfied.
"I realized that you are actually not romantic at all, and you don't know how to say things that girls like to hear."
Romance? Romance again? In the face of a sincere relationship, does so-called romance really occupy such a large proportion? I had always answered Jing's questions fluently, and I became confused at that moment. Because I didn't understand.
What is romance, so I am confused. If I were someone like Lu Xing, I probably wouldn’t have this kind of trouble.
This time, Jing was not happy because she made me speechless for a moment. She just held her chin curiously, waiting for my answer.
"Romantic? I think you are right, I really don't know what romance is. But for Ling, does she really just need a romantic person? Or is she as romantic and interesting as that "him", but...
Don’t you understand the importance of responsibility?”
She forgot about the purpose of coming and started to pick on me, "Then how do you know that you are definitely a responsible person?"
"I just know!" I said persistently and stubbornly like a child at that moment. Yes, although I don't know how to prove my sense of responsibility at this moment, I just know that for Ling, she is the one I know.
Cherish her existence for the rest of your life.
Then Jing laughed, as if she was just being aggressive just to see my stubborn and persistent expression like a child at this moment. My performance seemed to satisfy some of her expectations, so she laughed, smiling very proudly.
"Still like a child." She whispered, just low enough for me to hear.
And I was tired of the question-and-answer game she initiated. I asked directly: "I want to know the rest of the story! Can you tell me?"
She looked at me deeply, trying to see something in my eyes. "Hmm," she said.